I tried to calm my nerves as I watched a large African man approach. Standing on the steps of a brick school building at 6:45am, I was planning to introduce myself before my 1 1/2 hour shift started.
He unlocked the doors and greeted me warmly, “As-salaam Alaikum.”
I didn’t know what he had said, but it was clear that I didn’t need much of an introduction. He knew who I was.
Standing side by side with him week after week, I listened to him greet the children and their concerned parents as they entered the school. I learned that the response to “Peace be with you” in Arabic is “wa `Alaikum As-Salaam” which translates to “and upon you be peace.”
Soon after 9/11 JumbleSpouse and I joined other peace activists in front of Mosques and Sikh temples (as the Sikh’s were also targets of ignorant hate crimes because of their dress) around the city. We would arrive in shifts and hang out for an hour or two, talking with the Faithful, and waving and smiling at cars passing by, trying to demonstrate that these buildings housed our neighbors and friends, not terrorists. We were often graciously invited in to hear the Koran sung (something that I could listen to all day – it’s so incredibly beautiful), or to share simple but delicious Sikh meals.
While these experiences were memorable and bittersweet, it was my solo watch in the misty Seattle mornings at the Islamic school that touched me most. Perhaps that is why I reacted so strongly to Three Cups of Tea: One Man’s Mission to Promote Peace…One School at a Time.
Every time I think about the 331 page epic I just finished, tears well up in my eyes. I am pretty sure I’ve never cried my way through any book as I did this one.
As a result, I’m having trouble putting my thoughts in to words, so I will talk objectively as I can about the writing style first.
This book is half memoir, half interview, which makes sense as it was co-authored by Greg Mortenson, the Director and Co-Founder of the Central Asia Institute and David Oliver Relin, an investigative reporter.
Though initially, it took some getting used to – the rapid shift between direct Mortenson quotes by Relin, and Mortenson’s own narrative – I didn’t mind it once the story really got rolling.
And once it did! Action. Adventure. Romance. Terror. Beauty. Hope. Fear. And so much joy! What a journey. I am so grateful that they gave the time and enormous energy required to put this book into print.
As a student of Women in Development, I appreciated the references to Helena Norberg-Hodge’s work. And was blown away by Mortenson’s ability to sensitively and successfully bring about positive change for women in remote areas of Pakistan and Afghanistan (never mind the fact that it’s a miracle he’s still alive).

Ethnic Diversity in Pakistan (1973)
I think my only complaint is that I wanted more detail. I wanted to know more about life in all of the culturally diverse villages touched by Greg Mortenson and the CAI, about how Mortenson – seemingly effortlessly – fit in to these radically un-American, non-Western societies, and about what happened next.
The story ended (as much as I can tell) in early 2004. I’m so ready for the sequel, which, hopefully will be written, and will detail Mortenson’s Noble Peace Prize-worthy work in Afghanistan, as well as give us updates on what has happened with Jahan, the first educated woman of Korphe who started medical training, and all of the others we met in this first book.
Happily, there is a pictorial follow up called Journey of Hope available for download.
Now for the serious evangelism…
Hurry! Click! Buy! Today! Donate 7% of the proceeds to the Central Asia Institute if you link to Amazon through this link! Read with tissues in hand! Buy more! Including the Young Adult and Children’s versions! Donate to libraries! Give to friends! Release copies into the wild through Bookcrossing! Start a Pennies for Peace Campaign.
This is my plan, because, as Jean Hoerni, Financier and Co-Founder of CAI noted, “‘Americans care about Buddhists, not Muslims.’” May we prove him wrong.
As-salaam Alaikum.

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